Chapter 4 Entering the Purple Cloud Palace
No matter how confused Chang Hao was, Hongjun finally noticed the purple aura and frowned slightly, "Primordial Purple Aura?"
His indifferent face showed a slight change in expression. Apart from the one in Luo Hou's hand, weren't the few remaining strands of Primordial Purple Qi all in his own possession? A fish that slipped through the net?
Hongjun pointed a finger, and a force struck. Chang Hao tried to dodge, but the force seemed to be everywhere. Chang Hao was caught in it and brought to Hongjun's presence with no way to avoid it.
Hongjun held the purple aura in his palm and reached out to examine the purple light.
Chang Hao struggled in Hongjun's palm. He thought, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. If you're going to kill him, do it cleanly."
Hongjun's usually indifferent eyes showed a rare hint of confusion. This purple aura, although similar in color to the Primordial Purple Aura, had more strands of golden light. What was this?
Moreover, it seemed to carry a destiny, protecting the primordial life within that had awakened intelligence but had not yet taken form. He wanted to extract the purple energy to study it, but found that the purple energy could not be extracted.
Having given up on stripping away the purple aura, Hongjun's investigation was once again thwarted. "The Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag?"
With the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag automatically protecting its master, Hongjun's gaze towards the purple light ball changed completely.
If it had been a few days earlier, before he obtained the Jade Disc of Creation, he would have definitely seized the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag. It just so happens that Hongjun knew the locations of the other four flags, which could be combined to form the Five Primordial Flags, whose power was extraordinary.
Chang Hao assumed he was dead, frozen in Hongjun's palm, his life and death completely in Hongjun's hands. What could a ball of light that couldn't even take form do to Hongjun?
Even with a thousand methods, there is no basis for him to carry them out.
Hongjun stared at the purple aura ball. This was another guy with outstanding luck. Thinking of how he had been tricked by Luo Hou and obtained the Creation Jade Disc, he realized that he might only be able to be bound to this Heavenly Dao in the future. His eyes turned deep.
With a mere flick of his wrist, this little creature, which had fallen into his hands before it could even take human form, would vanish, and its destiny would be rewritten...
The murderous intent made Chang Hao's heart leap into his throat; he dared not breathe, awaiting his fate.
Behind him, the three large characters of Zixiao Palace exuded a Daoist aura. Hongjun sighed, "So be it, so be it, things have come to this." He had no interest in bullying a Zijin Tuanzi who was not even a cub yet.
Holding the purple-gold dumpling, Hongjun turned and returned to Zixiao Palace. He sat cross-legged on the cloud couch, transferring the purple dumpling from his left hand to his right, kneading and flattening it. It felt quite nice.
As he kneaded the dumpling, Hongjun began his seclusion. During his trip to the prehistoric world, he encountered Rahu, who had schemed against him, and they naturally fought again. He also found the dragon, phoenix, and qilin causing chaos in the prehistoric world, so he had no choice but to establish the Zixiao Palace. He urgently needed peace and quiet.
Chang Hao dared not speak out in anger, yet there was a sense of déjà vu. He forced himself into meditation, feeling frustrated and resentful. Once in meditation, spiritual energy flowed like water, healing the damage caused by the chaotic and violent energy.
Hongjun awoke from his cultivation, his face as cold and aloof as he poked the increasingly solidified ball of dough.
Chang Hao woke up with a start, almost losing his breath. He was furious but dared not speak out, and resentment welled up inside him.
Hongjun sensed this resentment, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips, showing his considerable courage.
Hongjun pointed a finger, and before Chang Hao could react, he transformed into a little boy, a gifted child from heaven and earth, with an adorable bun hairstyle and a plain white flag in his arms, sitting on a cloud couch, looking bewildered and helpless.
Perhaps it was because Chang Hao, who had just taken human form, was too adorable that Hongjun, who had always harbored reservations about the creatures of the prehistoric world, actually found Chang Hao quite pleasing to the eye and found him very agreeable, and his reluctance dissipated.
Fine, I'll keep it then.
"Chang Hao greets the Venerable One," Chang Hao concealed his disguise, looked up at Hongjun, and swallowed the pent-up frustration in his heart: "Thank you for your guidance, Venerable One."
"Chang Hao? Aren't you called Haotian?" Hongjun looked at Chang Hao with indifference and detachment, as cold as ice. No one could tell what he was thinking about the Venerable. Could it be a sign of respect?
Upon first hearing the name 'Haotian', an ominous premonition swirled in Chang Hao's heart. His intuition told him that he should not accept this name.
The Chang Hao who once dominated the chaos and could even stab Hongjun is now a thing of the past. He is now a humble and helpless Chang Hao who is struggling to survive online and can be crushed to death.
When refuting, I couldn't help but feel uneasy, "Hao means heaven, and I, being of lowly rank, dare not presume to stand above heaven."
Hongjun pondered Chang Hao's interpretation. Interesting. Daring to say no to the Heavenly Dao, so eager to break free from it? Above the Heavens? Is that the correct interpretation?
"This cub?" Hongjun immediately rejected the idea. "How could that be?"
Putting aside everything else, the dragon, phoenix, and qilin races that are currently active in the prehistoric world are incredibly powerful, enough to kill this brat several times over.
"Call me Master. You'll stay at Zixiao Palace for now and be... a doorman." Hongjun's eyes swept over Chang Hao a few times. He was so small; opening a door was all he could manage.
Hongjun decided to take care of Chang Hao. Since it was he who had enlightened him, he would take care of him. It was rare to find someone he liked.
Unlike the uncivilized and savage creatures of the prehistoric era, whose faces are full of arrogant ignorance of death, if they become tiresome or disgusted with them in the future, they can simply be thrown back into the prehistoric world under some pretext.
Chang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Hongjun had not recognized him. Considering the current disparity in their strengths, he realized that discretion was the better part of valor.
He is a person who cannot even take human form, so even if he has a thousand methods, he has no foundation to implement them.
“My name is Chang Hao, not Haotian.” Chang Hao did not compromise, cautiously probing Hongjun’s attitude and bottom line.
“Alright.” Hongjun did not elaborate. In his view, Chang Hao was an unformed cub. Once he took human form, he would understand the Dao. In the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, a code name is unique.
However, those who dare to defy fate deserve commendation for their courage. As for Chang Hao's desire to change his name, that's impossible. How can a name bestowed by Heaven be changed at will?
Chang Hao's brows relaxed as he followed Hongjun out of the main hall, finally managing to save his life. As for "Master," Chang Hao truly couldn't bring himself to call him that.
Hongjun didn't need to turn around to notice Chang Hao following closely behind him; he saw his own reflection in Chang Hao.
He had struggled against his destiny of being aligned with the Heavenly Way for several lifetimes with little success, and his connection with the Heavenly Way had become increasingly close. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel depressed. Damn Rahu.
The newly established Zixiao Palace was very empty. Chang Hao, who had just arrived at Zixiao Palace, was still a three-headed figure. It was impossible to expect Hongjun to raise children, and the creatures of the primordial world were born with knowledge.
Fortunately, Chang Hao was a fake child, so Hongjun didn't need to worry about him. After asking Hongjun, Chang Hao chose a side hall as his temporary lodging.
Hongjun's cultivation was profound, and Chang Hao knew he had a grudge against Hongjun. If this was exposed, he would have no chance of survival.
We cannot stay here any longer; we must think of a way to leave as soon as possible.
Chang Hao, his face grim, peered into the pool. Well, perhaps Hongjun was so short of servants that he was willing to exploit even a little one.
Chang Hao thought to himself as he carefully examined his current appearance.
The pool water reflects the image most familiar to the depths of his soul; when he grows up, he will surely remain as handsome and elegant as ever.
Thank goodness, Chang Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His appearance was completely different from when he was killing everyone before the creation of the world. As long as he hid his tail, he shouldn't have to worry about Hongjun discovering the grudge between them of three swords and one kick.
If unfortunately discovered...
Chang Hao couldn't imagine what would happen to him.
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